you suck!

(circa ~2000)

normative words are null in the context of real art. plainly, they're the product of a forced-consummerism-beyond-necessity; conditioned knee-jerking...reciprocating value judgements to the suggested retail price.

~~"if it sells, it's good."~~


really?




real art isn't good; real art isn't bad; real art is real. there's no such thing as a mistake. there's decision: the fingerprints on the walls; the footprints on the trail.

in who's EYE(s) ?

the outsider/dropout idiosyncrasy has always been strong with me. it's not arrogance; it's not social anxiety...i purged my anxieties of people long ago.



it's that riddle of the individual, the group, and our admiration and disdain for the odd-man-out.


i see myself in whose eyes?

cape cod, MA/cape elizabeth, ME o6/o7

just an old, sweet song...

adios boston. much fun!

The tight pad on Comm. Ave

A week from this day we stand on red clay...to live more deliberately.


"eye on the prize"

walk